Luke moved through the busy streets of Obosu, his long black hair swaying behind him. His deep blue eyes looked around curiously, taking in the presence of life around him. This wasn't something new to him, but it had been a very long time since he felt life as radiant as this.
Where he was initially was full of death. Even a beast zone would've been better: at least the beasts weren't dead unless you killed them. This told where exactly he'd been. It was even a miracle that he'd survived a land infested with all kinds of undead in all kinds of tiers. Ghouls, zombies, skeletons, wraiths, liches, ghosts, banshees...
Just thinking about it made him shiver, and he couldn't help but hallucinate. His gaze fell onto a child walking her pet dog, and he couldn't help but imagine her as a zombie. But despite all that, his expression was neutral, with no sign of emotion.
